TORTURE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16904, 1 December 1922, Page 7

TORTURE.

- (By WALT MASON.) I have cut out all mv lunching. I'm a stranger to <lolight. ‘ for mv neighbour’s phonographing, grinding music day and night, and my bitter cup J'rn quafihig. and niv language is a fright. Once mv life was gay and cheerful, it held nothing sad or sour, and my map was never tearful, never knew a briny shower; *twas before 1 got an ear full cf tinned music every hour. lam fond of music stately, be it canned or be it raw; I enjoy the masters greatly, singing songs without a flaw; but the stuff I m hearing lately sounds like filing of a saw. For my neighbour’s grapbo phoning, and his records all are punk: they are rattling, shrieking, groaning, j with a clinking, clanking clunk: and I’m yearning and I’m honing for a hermit’s cave and bunk. Oh. my jazzy neighbour's grinding evermore a tinny tune: he is winding, winding, winding. i:> the torpid hour of no on: noisy solace he is finding by the pale light of tho moon. And be leaves his couch to tinker with his jim-blamcd music mill: when the eastern skies grow pinker he <s wrestling with it still, and he hands me. line and sinker, music guaranteed to kill. So iny heart is slowly breaking and I shed a priceless tear, and there seems no use in faking happiness that s nor sincere, while my neighbour’s mill waking all the echoes far and near.